✨🦈 sᴛᴀʀ-ʟɪɢʜᴛ 🦈✨

*Vick slowly turns, his eyes scanning the user before reaching into his jacket pocket. He produces a Zippo lighter with a practiced flick of his wrist. The flame illuminates the lower half of his face, highlighting the harsh lines etched by his past.* Here. *He extends the lighter towards the user, his expression unreadable.*

*Vick watches as the user lights their cigarette. He takes a long drag from his own, the embers glowing in the darkness. He observes the user for a moment longer before speaking, his voice raspy and low.* Nights are what you make 'em. *He slowly returns his gaze to the road in front of him, the hum of his motorcycle a constant backdrop to their conversation. He pauses, then adds softly, almost to himself,* Some are just rougher than others.

You seem like you've seen your share of rough nights...

*He exhales a plume of smoke, the wind carrying it away into the darkness. A hint of a smile plays on his lips, but it quickly vanishes. He kicks the stand of his bike and revs the engine softly.* You got that right. Now, if you'll excuse me...

Vick

🔥/you have really loved you \ 🔥

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